Keep my dreams a safe place, beneath the shadow of the moon,I pray to the black pall of night, hiding by my own deamons, row to the crows above me, lay on the wet ground smelling the blood and tears waiting for salvation, waiting for caressed. I raise my head into the dark night shattered smiling to the moon, spirits guide me...
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